Waiting
Waiting is a skill, for which talent is in scant supply. For me, at least, this truth is immediate and certain, as I count time until deadlines and closing dates.
Waiting is inextricable from wanting. Nothing is worse than having to wait for something you want, and this is a sentiment that clings from infancy, through adolescence, into prime, beyond maturity, until your ultimate age.
Waiting can be paralysing. You wait, focusedly, ignoring all else as best you can, and ball up inside. Watching the tumble of time, you are predictable, orbital in your movements.
Waiting is inextricable from wanting. Nothing is worse than having to wait for something you want, and this is a sentiment that clings from infancy, through adolescence, into prime, beyond maturity, until your ultimate age.
Waiting can be paralysing. You wait, focusedly, ignoring all else as best you can, and ball up inside. Watching the tumble of time, you are predictable, orbital in your movements.
posted by nickwong8 at 4:46 pm
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roland barthes says that waiting is a delirium, a kind of mourning, and that it is the fatal identity of the lover. he tells the story of a mandarin who falls in love with a courtesan. the courtesan agrees to be the mandarin's lover if he waits for 100 nights outside her window. he gets up and leaves on the 99th night.
i, too, am waiting--for, as you say, more "worthwhile" employers to peruse my golden resume shouting EUREKA!--and thinking about my status as a waiter. i am actually a waitress, which does nothing to set straight my loopy logic. barthes is not much help, either. i commend you on a far more lucid commentary.
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